, 1887-03-18

lightly touching the object 1t met TO sup
port its owner on her hasty route across
the studio, and yet leaving its indelible
portrait staring there.
The other, the accomplice's hand-for
naturally the aristocrat was taken for the
instigator and the vulgarian the hireling-
was thought to be that of a youth, terri
fled at his share of the crime, his strong
fingers having unk deeply into the statue
Of Memory.
Had Vladimir Dejnek any enemiest
All, well; none hat any one knew, but
when n man is young, ardent, impas-
stoned, lovable, may he not a enemies
% well us friends2 Easily.
Did he love any onef
Oh, yes, yes; love is not an idle word; 1t
does the work of many not yet invented.
And was he loveds
Truly.
BY whomf
All, who knows
Had he n model
Yes. She ceased coming q fortnight
before.
And who was shef
Oh, well, II young, tall woman, wrapped
always, even it this fine weather.
Did the statue resemble herr
Yes-ahl to be sure the face of Memory
was n blank; it had possibly not satisfied
vladimir Dejnek, and that very morning,
very likely, he had obliterated it.
Could the model be founds
Nicholas, Pau and Katinkn, the SER
vants of the dead man, thought that she
could.
Wheres
At Virchow, of course.
Was she found?
All, no.
And was there any one elsef
To be sure; the new model How
strange that they had not thought of her
beforel
And she,
Young, beautiful; OH with eyes like tho
RENDERS and long hair like the ripe silk
OF the corn, and a mouth ms soft as fungus
in the spring.
And her hands,
Well, well; that was too much.
Nicholas, Paul and Katinka shook their
heads and murmured their prayers.
Yes, yes, she had hands truly-because
Katinka had seen Vladimir Dejnek's large,
green, shining, jeweled ring sparkling on
the new models finger only the day be-
fore.
And where was shes
oh, at Virchow; where elses
Was she founds
No.
So Vladimir Dejnek's relations settled
themselves into "A stunned calm, and too
possession of his property quite naturally,
after spending many thousands of rublcs
in vain attempts to discover his muir
derers.
Not a trace of either women could be
had, and presently Chateau M%onplaisir
echoed to the light laughter Of the pretty
cousin of the last tenant and the innocent
prattle of her children.
The pavilion was torn down, and in its
stead u charming fountain played in the
warm weather n jet high in the air.
TIL sculptor's tools were buried-and
the unfinished, f~aceless statue Of Mnemos-
yne.
Well, Vladimir Dejnek had n friend-
van Ansaldi. These two men had loved
zach other as men do once in n while, very
truly, very deeply and tenderly; II v
Ansaldi begged of the relatives of Vladi-
mir Dejnek that they would give him the
statue OF Memory left unfinished in the
studio.
They gladly assented.
He took it away and had 1t baked and
painted and glazed, and kept it always
standing with a long, dark cloth over it in
the drawing room OF his apartment in
Moscow.
Ana ne sWOre, could ne out ever meet
or find the owner OF either Of those hands,
he would avenge the death of Vladimir
Dejnek.
Ivan Ansaldi was the son Of n southern
father-he had passions, powers, capabili-
ties all of the most ~accentuated descrip-
ton.
lie was "A man of about forty years of
age, n man Of force and of intelligence; n
little vain, but perhaps not too much so.
He had had his successes; he had been
loved in fact; he had had innumerable
affairs Of the heart"
And here is a paradox: Amid all these
affairs of the heart he had ever sought
without finding it-lovei
He had indeed two characters; with the
one he amused himself by hooking the
whole world, aud with the other'-wcll,
he reserved the other, and very possibly
consoled himself with the absurd idea that
the day might come when he should show
It entirely to-some one.
Ivan Ansaldi had those melancholy yet
always brilliant eyes, which forever seem
to eek.
And what do they seeks
IL IA not for me TO say.
He had travelled all over the earth look
ing alwnys-for what
Fame; Riches.
Heaven knows And perhaps he him
self, In the depths Of his soul, knew also.
At lcnat lc was very well aware that
he had n Yer sot found that thing which
he soult.
lie thought often of his friend Vladimir